Ye tribes of Adam, join
With heav’n, and earth, and seas,
And offer notes divine
To your Creator’s praise:
Ye holy throng of angels bright,
In worlds of light begin the song.

Let all the earthborn race,
And monsters of the deep
The fish that cleave the seas,
Or in their bosom sleep;
From sea and shore their tribute pay,
And still display their Maker’s pow’r.

Recordings 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7